Routes, Planning, & Inspiration for Your North American Road Trip

The signs
on Interstate 95 start at least a hundred miles away. "Camp weeth
Pedro" invites one. "Fireworks Capital of the U.S." announces
another. As the South Carolina border approaches, the signs increase in
density and size. At the ten-mile marker, a billboard boasting a huge
three-dimensional pink hot dog screams "You never SAUSAGE a place!
You're aways a WEINER at Pedro's!"

Right before
the exit for this tourist mecca, another sign reads "Keep yelling,
kids! They'll stop!" I yelled. Mark stopped. And that's how South
of the Border became RoadTrip America's first destination in South Carolina.

South of
the Border is a stop for countless tourists every year as they make their
way south to Florida in the winter and back north in the spring. Interstate
95 is a major truck route, too, and business is so good that South of
the Border stays open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

Things were
pretty quiet the night we were there, but even so, steaks were available
in the Sombrero Restaurant, the T-Shirt and fireworks stores were open,
and even Golf of Mexico, an 18-hole indoor mini-golf course seemed to
be in operation. We just wandered over a few of the 135 acres, marveling
at the statuary and the monumental neon signs. Canned music blared from
an unidentifiable but powerful source.

Marvin,
having realized that this was a likely place to discover taste treats
like half-eaten hot dogs and dropped ice cream cones, kept his nose to
the ground. He was so intent on his snack hunt that he ran right into
a plaster burro. He looked up, yelped in horror, and jumped back two feet
before he realized he'd been had by lawn sculpture. Once he understood
that all the animals at South of the Border were mere furniture, he was
happy to pose for souvenir portraits.

South of
the Border has a 300-room motel complete with honeymoon suites, five restaurants,
ten stores, the "Cancun Salun," "El Drug Store," three
gas stations, two fireworks stores, and a campground with 100 sites. Situated
almost exactly halway between New York and Disney World, it's the ultimate
roadside oasis in a spot where kids are guaranteed to yell, and parents
are sure to stop.